"Sacrificial Lamb" as written by and Wyatt G Hellickson....
Where I go, I will lead
And everyone will follow me.
Through the shit, through the snow,
Anywhere I want to go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa-oh.

You are all rotten fruit;
I'll crush you underneath my hoof.
Then I'll take the poison juice
And feed it to my chosen few.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa-oh.

Who will be my sacrificial lamb?

I once thought I was just
A worthless rat like all the rest.
Scared to move, Scared to breath,
A puddle of disgustin' greed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa-oh.

Suckin' in the dust of man
And shouldering his burden.
Savin' all my carnal thoughts
For the holy, blessed virgin.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa-oh.

Who will be my sacrificial lamb?

How I hate all this noise
Blockin' out my master's voice.
No one here shall make a peep,
If they want their soul to keep.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa-oh.

There, I've said all I can.
Now it is in Jesus' hands.
What is truth? What is right?
Wherefore art thou, holy light?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa-oh.

Who will be my sacrificial lamb?



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